A Prayer for those Affected by the Gulf War 2026

Today once again dear Almighty,

I come to you with folded hands… 

Please protect and bless my loved ones,

Especially those in foreign lands

The sky there is threatening and scary, 

The present and future are so unclear

Everywhere there is uncertainty, ambiguity, doubt

All are desperate, filled with fear.

Please shield my loved ones, dear Almighty,

From all harm and negativity… 

Please ease the situation there… 

Surround them all with peace & positivity.

Rabia Jafar

25th March 2026

Barish, Chai… aur Hum

 

Barish, Chai… aur Hum

Baarish ka hai mausam, thandi hai hawa

Yahan hai koi nahin, hamare sivaa

Kyun na ho jaayein kuch samose, thode se pakode,

Aur kuch aisi baatein… jo dil naa tode

Mausam hai khushgawaar, saathi bhi hai salonaa

Is pal ko jee lein yaara, is yaad ko naa khonaa

Mitti ki sondi sondi khushboo, hamari yeh gupshup

Abhi lutf utha lo… naa jaane kab mile yeh sab

Kuch pal theher jaa, ae waqt zaraa

Yeh lamhaa lage jaise ho koi duaa

Kal ki fikr chhoddo, aaj mein hi jee lo, 

Yeh jo saath hai apna, isse mehsoos to kar lo… 

Baarish ka hai mausam, thandi hai hawa

Yahan hai koi nahin, hamare sivaa

Rabia Jafar

25th March 2026

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Haye… garma garam samose, chai aur tera saath…

Saath mein ho teekhi chutney aur kuch dil ki baat

Baat se baat nikle, yun hi kat jaaye raat

Raat ho jaaye khatam… naa khatam ho yeh mulaqaat

Mulaqaat bhi ho aisi jo rahe humeshaa yaad

Yaad aayen yeh pal, rahen aap hurr pal aabaad

Aabaad rahen, khush rahen, naa karna koi sharam

Sharam kaisi jab ho yaar dost aur samose garma garam

Haye… garma garam samose, chai aur tera saath…

Saath mein ho teekhi chutney aur kuch dil ki baat

— Rabia Jafar ✍️

Samose, Chai aur Hum

 

Today someone posted this pic in one of the Whatsapp groups… and this is what I wrote in response… 

Haye… garma garam samose, chai aur tera saath…

Saath mein ho teekhi chutney aur kuch dil ki baat.

Bas yehi chand lamhe jheene hain waqt se,

Jab tum ho, chai ho… aur dil halka ho baat se…

Rabia Jafar

A Poetic Exchange

 Last month, on 24th Feb 2026, I was on a “poetic roll”… I read someone’s post and replied to it in verse… he too replied in verse and I replied again… will post his and my versions here… 

———

If you remember me,

remember me with intensity, 

for in remembrance

lives the love we need

to survive.

Hold the memory gently,

but let it burn bright,

because love, once remembered,

never truly fades.

Good morning.

Create memories.

Love again, 

and love deeply.

My Response:

We remember only those

who slip into the distance of time—

but how does one forget

a soul that lives within every heartbeat?

You are not a memory

resting quietly in yesterday—

you are the rhythm

that keeps my present alive.

How can I forget you

when your presence breathes through my days,

when even silence

whispers your name?

The love we wander the world seeking

stands personified in you—

not fading, not fragile,

but steady like light that refuses dusk.

So I do not remember you—

I live you,

in every prayer, every pause,

every pulse of my heart.

Rabia Jafar

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His response:

If I am the rhythm in your heartbeat, then know this — you are the calm that steadies mine. I never wished to be a distant memory in your life; I only ever hoped to be a presence that feels like home. If my name lives in your silence, yours lives in my strength. We don’t remember what we carry in our soul — V simply breathe it. ♥️💯

My Response: 

If I am your calm,

then you are the quiet light

that teaches my storms to soften.

Home was never a place for me—

until your words

began to feel like shelter.

You speak of strength,

yet it is your presence

that turns my fragile moments

into faith.

Some souls do not enter our lives—

they unfold within them,

gently,

like a prayer we did not know

we were already answering.

So let us not speak of memory—

for memory belongs to distance.

What we are

lives closer than that—

in breath,

in silence,

in the unseen rhythm

where two souls remember

they were never truly separate.

Rabia Jafar

Ek Haan Ka Intezaar

 Just a light, flirty poem I wrote in 2024

Oh haseen

Mahjabeen

Oh mere yaar

Jaane jaan dildaar 

Tere Ishq main huwe hum deewaane

Kyun tu yeh baat naa maane?

Karte hain hum hur dum intezaar 

Kyun hai tujh ko hurr baat se inkaar?

Maan le meri baat

Aajaa mere saath

Kahin duur zamaane se alag

Ho apni zameen, apna falak

Naa kissi ka darr, naa sharam

Naa ho kissi deen imaan ka bharam 

Apni zindagi apni marzi hum jeeyein

Jaisa tu chahe, waisa hi karein 

Bas tu haan to ek baar kar

Duniya kya main Khuda se bhi loun larr

Kartoun khud ko sau (100) baar qurbaan

Tu bas ek de de muskaan 

Oh haseen

Mahjabeen

Oh mere yaar

Jaane jaan dildaar 

Tere Ishq main huwe hum deewaane

Kyun tu yeh baat naa maane?

Rabia Jafar

19th July 2024

Teacher’s Day 2025

 🌺 *Happy Teacher’s Day* 🌺
On this day dedicated to teachers, guides, and mentors, I would like to share my heart with all of you.

I do not see myself as a teacher. In truth, I am a fellow traveller—constantly learning, evolving, unlearning, and relearning. Life itself is my classroom, and every person I meet—whether a tiny baby, a peer, or an elder—has been my teacher in some way.

Age, experience, and titles do not define who can guide us. Sometimes wisdom comes from unexpected places, and often it arrives when we are most willing to remain humble and open.

There are moments when I forget what I have learned, and life gently nudges me to remember. There are times when I must unlearn old patterns to make space for something new. This journey never ends; it flows like a river, shaping us in every moment.

So today, as we honour all teachers, I bow with gratitude to every soul who has walked into my life and left behind a lesson. Each of you is my teacher, and I am deeply thankful for the learning you bring into my journey.
🙏✨ With love and reverence,
Rabia Jafar

Yaad

Over time, I’ve written a few stanzas on Yaad… remembrance… the ache when we miss someone… and over time, due to my own laziness and procrastination, I’ve lost what I’ve written as I didn’t note down in my diary and my phone crashed… Anyway, will share here as & when I remember / find / or write something new

——

Yaad to us ki aati hai jisse hum kabhi bhool jaayen

Us ko kaise bhoolein jo dil mein hai samaaye

——-

New Year’s Eve

 Wrote this on 31st Dec 2025… 

*A Note from My Heart 🤍*

As we continue walking our individual paths, I want to pause for a moment and thank each one of you for being a part of my life’s journey—and for allowing me to be, even in a small way, a part of yours. Every connection, interaction and shared moment has meant more to me than words can express.

If, at any time, through my words, actions or silence—knowingly or unknowingly—I have caused hurt, discomfort or pain, I sincerely ask for your forgiveness. It was never my intention.

From my heart, I also choose to forgive anyone who may have hurt me, intentionally or unintentionally. I release all that no longer serves love, peace and harmony, and I do so with gratitude for the lessons learned.

I pray that each one of you is Divinely blessed, guided and protected—physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually—now and always.

May grace surround you, light lead you, and peace reside within you.

With love, gratitude and blessings 🤍

Amen

Wishing you always a very merry, happy, healthy & prosperous 2026!

Rabia Jafar

Anaa

 

Anaa

Hum chup rahe to kya hua?

Aap ne bhi to kuch kaha nahin.

Hum utth kar chal diye to kya?

Aap ne bhi to rokaa nahin!

Rutth kar hum baithe rahe

Ke shaayad aap manaaoge…

Sukhi aankhen raah takti raheen 

Ke shayad aansoo pochne aap aaoge.

Naa hum ne bulaaya, naa aap ne di koi pukaar…

Reh gaya hum dono ke beech yeh intezaar…

Rabia Jafar

25th January 2026

I Love You

 This is just something that I wrote on Valentine’s Day 2026… Love has many faces and forms… it does not need words to be expressed… actions too suffice… but, it still feels good to hear - and say - these three small words, once in a while… 

*“I love you.”*

Just three simple words.

Just eight small letters.

They cost nothing — yet they can mean everything. They carry an infinite universe within them.

They have the power to heal, to reassure, to anchor, to uplift. They bring immeasurable happiness not only to the one who hears them, but also to the one who speaks them.

Love isn’t limited to romance.

It lives in friendships, in family, in mentorship,

in quiet support,

in the chosen souls who walk beside us.

These three words are a blessing spoken aloud.

Sometimes the simplest words hold the deepest magic. Never underestimate the power of saying them — and meaning them.

I love you

Rabia Jafar

Bukhaar Utar Gayaa

 Bukhaar Utar Gayaa

5th March 2026

Barson se tere khayaalon se sapne bunti rahi…

Sadiyan guzri tere khamosh intezaar mein…

Umeed thi teri wapsi ki, teri aamad ki

Dil hi nahin, rooh bhi beemar thi tere pyaar mein

Lagta tha tu hi hai jo meri duniya ko mukammal kare

Lagta tha bin tere sab kuch hai adhuraa

Humein ye ghumaan tha ke tujhe bhi yehi hai ehsaas

Intezaar tha ke kab hum ek doosre ko karein poora

Aaj magar haqeeqat se meri rooh rubaru hui

Aaj ek lambe khwaab se main jaag uthi

Aaj teri asliyat ko tasleem kiya

Aaj mera bukhaar utar gaya

Bukhaar jo utar gaya, ek baat saamne aayi

Jis ko khuda samjha, woh to insaan bhi bas naam ka thaa

Rabia Jafar

Andarooni Talaash

 

Jab bhi pukaaro, jis naam se bhi pukaaro,

Shart bas itni hai — dil se pukaaro,

Woh door kahaan, woh toh yahin rehta hai,

Apne hi andar jhaank kar use pukaaro.

Rabia Jafar

Daawat-e-Ehsaasaat - Pait ki bhi… Dil ki bhi

 22nd March 2026… Eid Ul Fitr… was cooking for friends and missing my family and others who aren’t here with me… as you all know by now, my brain & I work in weird ways… amidst chopping, measuring, spicing, shaping, cooking, I had the urge to write… and I did… below is the result… I wrote these short stanzas and shared with friends… they loved them… I hope you will do too… 

Aaj phir pakaane ki tamanna hai
Aaj phir khilaane ka iraada hai
Bas aap aa jaao khaali pait
Aaj aap ke dil jo jeetne ka sapna hai

Kaash aap yahan hote…
Aapse pyaar toh hai hi,
Mohabbat bhi shayad ho jaati…

Phir daawat sirf khaane ki nahi,
Ehsaason ki bhi ho jaati.

————-

Unhoun ne pucha, 

“Mohabbat hoti to kya hota?”

Ankhen sharm se jhuka kar hum ne kaha

“Sab kuch…”

———

In response to someone’s praises & compliments, I wrote:

Meri haisiyat hi hai kya,

Kahan taareef ke qaabil main,

Main toh faqat ek aaina hoon,

Aap hi ka aks hoon main.

Gar aapko mujh mein kuch achha dikhe,

Woh meri nahin, aapki achhaai hai,

Meri toh muskurahat bhi aap hi ki

Muskaan ki parchhaai hai.

————-

And in response to someone’s comment abt them being surprised that I’m a shaayara

Main shaayara kahan, janaab,

Hoon bas ek udna sa faqeer,

Koshish hai kisi ka dil chhoo loon,

Phir main bhi ho jaaun ameer

———

Phor kissi aur ne taareef ki to main ne kaha: 

Aap kar lete hain mazaaq acha

Hansi hansi main taareef bhi hain karte

Bas mujhe yaqeen nahin hota

Bharosa karti houn… darte darte…

Rabia Jafar

Duhaee Aur Dua

Gar tujhe mujh se mohabbat thi hi nahin

To kyun jagaaye mujh mein armaan?

Kyun dikhaaye zamaane bhar ke khwaab?

Kyun banaya mere dil ko nafarmaan?

Jab chhod ke jaana hi thaa, 

Dil ko lagwaaya hi kyun?

Teri dilagi bani mere dil ki lagi

Aakhir aise tune kiya hi kyun?

Tujhe to dhokebaaz bhi keh nahin sakte

Bhale hi humne dhokaa khayaa hai zaroor

Tum ne to kuch kaha nahin, kiya nahin

Hum hi deewaane ban kar hogaye mashhoor

Ub kya tujhe dein duhaaee, 

Ub kyun karen hum faryaad

Bas taa umar rahegi yeh dua

Tum raho humeshaa abaad